Text by Miss Fatima Co
Most friends would travel to places together, but we never did. Back in High School, where we first hung out together, our parents were rather strict, and I guess we never had the time and means to plan trips or picnics. But now that we’re older, wiser and more financially independent, we finally got to have our first picnic to Pagudpud. This would have to be our farthest getaway so far (I know, lame!) but it was worth the excruciating wait!
We like to call ourselves the Quattros Marias: Karen, Ferina, Fatima and Hazel. How we got the name was of an embarrassing yet funny memory from way back. The last three girls were called Tres Marias by our Guidance Counselor, Mrs. Romero, because we were always late for our morning classes and we would usually find ourselves inside the Guidance Office almost every morning trying to fill up excuse slips for tardiness. Karen has to be part of that memorable reputation now as the new Maria, though she was one of those immaculate, ever-punctual students in class.
|Ever immaculate Karen! ;-)|
After High School, college kept us apart. We did not have time to meet up a lot. Sometimes, it even became remote to contact each other. But we found ourselves back together, with more stories to tell, after College. Now the Marias can finally go out, chat, eat, laugh and cry together again.
We really prepared for this trip head-on like teenage schoolgirls would prepare for a prom. We bought swimsuits, sheer cover-ups, eyewears, beach bags, slippers; we even painted our nails. We wanted everything to be extra special for this trip. And it was!
For our transportation, we decided to take a bus trip instead of going on a private car just for the heck of it. We took the 9am trip to Cagayan, through the Claveria Tours. We stopped at the entrance to Gaoa, Pagudpud and boarded a tricycle to the glorious Mira-Ira Beach. On the way to our homestay by the beach were cliffs that gave us the chance to view the ocean from above. Just the sight of the beach was breathtaking, especially on that particular curve where you first get to have a peak of the crystal blue waters along the Blue Lagoon shoreline (This was where we stayed.)
We finally arrived at the Glenmark Homestay in time for a sumptuous lunch of Romaine Salad (by Ferina), Tuna Aglio Olio pasta (by Fatima) and Chicken sandwich (by Hazel), by the beach.
|Fatima's yummy pasta!|
|Ferina preparing her WHATEVER salad.|
|LOL the punggos!|
So after lunch, we slept on the sand. Yes, on the fine, white sand. Little crabs were crawling around but we didn’t mind. We couldn’t sleep long enough, though, because the excitement was all over us. We ended up camwhoring on the beach instead.
When we finally got tired of taking pictures, we figured out that we should pitch up the tent while there was still enough light. Well, none of us knew how to put up a tent but we survived. Our blue tent stood proudly on the beach! When the sun was finally setting, we donned our swimwears and went out for an afternoon swim (To preserve all the Kojic Soaps and Lotions of many months past.). The waters of Mira-Ira were surprisingly shallow and cool. That day, the sea was calm, according to the people there, which was a first after a few days of rain and rough waves.
Anticipating some delicious seafood dinner, we finished up swimming early. We ordered lobsters for dinner, which Ferina cooked, herself. Fatima cooked rice a la kaldero over the stove that the homestay provided for a fee. We finished the night with some handmade cocktails of vodka and grape-strawberry juice, over an equally juicy conversation of gossips, lovelives and life matters. Who got drunk? It’s a secret.
|Tipsy, are we?|
|LOL. Wasn't the drunkest. Guess who!|
The next morning, we had a hearty breakfast of corned beef (which was cooked by the non-cook, Karen… for the first time!), noodles with lettuce and sunny side-ups (cooked by Ferina who was complaining about the non-nonstick pan and unfresh eggs), and fried rice (cooked by Hazel). After our breakfast, we texted Mang Abel, our tricycle sundo, to take us to the highway where we would take a bus home to Laoag.
|Hazel groggy na groggy!|
|Fail Eggs! :-(|
We would have wanted to stay longer, for perhaps another night if we could. But of course, a beautiful baby named Vanilla, a loving husband named Momoy, a doting Mom named Ofel, and a big-buck online job was waiting for us back home. So we will have to do this some other time. Definitely.